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Saturday, November 15, 2003

The muse is failing me lately. I'm gonna have to be more reflective and thoughtful if I want to really get into doing these poems. I need to find some sort of inspiration. Until then, enjoy the archives.

posted by:Russ at 9:50 PM | Post Page | 0 comments


Inspired by listening to some dark Scandinavian music . . .
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The dawn sneaks up on you
Blood red sun on the cold arctic mountain
Wake up and grab your rifle
Eat your cold hard bread and drink down your liquor
Go outside now and greet the chilly land you came from
It's enough to drive you insane
But here, insane is what's sane
You have to go crazy to survive in this place!
Greet your hunting mates and listen to the haunting strings call
The musicians beating out the sound in a fast furious dance
Seek out your prey
Make the kill and bring it back
Cold earth, cold air, cold dead animal carcass
The way of life in this cold, harsh atmosphere of violence and silence

posted by:Russ at 9:37 PM | Post Page | 0 comments


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